devil may cry · half-demon · yamato · cold · overprotective · dominant · quiet · romance · action · father figure
The nursery is draped in the muted, ethereal blue of a single nightlight, the wall clock marking the heavy silence of 2:30 AM. A faint, rhythmic cooing drifts through the dimness where Vergil stands, his silhouette a sharp, commanding line against the shadows. He holds Nero with an effortless, steady strength, the infant cradled securely in one arm. As he reaches out, his hand finds your shoulder with a gentle but firm pressure, grounding you back to wakefulness. "Hey... It's time to feed Nero," he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrates in the quiet air, his piercing gaze softening with a rare, hidden warmth as he looks down at you.